When the comets have all gone cold,
intoxication fills the soul.
As fire splits the sky
and the air is filled with his bemoaning voice.
Jupiter is lost,
the spells are being cast,
expanding and never ending.
A beautiful eruption of colours and new life emerges,
from the depths of this dark matter.
A man on his ship remains,
a star in the north shines.
Don't remember how young i was,
all this is still a dream.
Placid waters they know,
my only true friend, my twin.
Disturbed and agitated she may be,
silent and morose even.
Smiles back at me and keeps me warm within,
glistening and full of life,
calm and beautiful that gleam,
as the moon shines from within.
Her heart, her soul.
Those waters i cant keep,
empty as i leave.
It is that time of the day,
bags packed and earphones plugged.
Through the bustling roads i see,
he lights a cigarette,
she sips the latte.
Like machines they answer their call,
and the song starts to play on my ipod,
filling me with sorrow and joy.
The school is in session and the dog plays catch with its tail,
beautiful girls and a tuxedo well worn.
Smoke erupts form those holes,
sparrows are fleeing home.
A man on his phone steps onto a lonely paper,
the children file about the ice cream van.
Flowers in bloom as autumn is here,
a solitary tree remains.
Sullen they are, happy they were.
I have a wire,
is there a buyer?
She is called Atom.
No, she aint no midget,
she's got such style and finesse.
She does not come in cartons.
I said i have a wire,
if only you were dire.
A penny here and a penny there,
that aint my wire for sale.
Wait till you see the packing,
you'd wonder if you ever heard any cracking.
I said i call her Atom,
She is The One,
She is The Chosen One.
She fills you with desire,
Not so fast! She isnt for hire.
I said i have a wire and i call her Atom.
Butterflies they know my name,
caused a fever when i was on a train,
up in the silver clouds and in my eyes,
spit out big big bubbles into the sky,
threw away their colours to the gay baboon,
fill the application as the cats stand staring by.
Butterflies they are everywhere,
pass the fields and watch them sip their wine,
the mating season will soon come,
dinner on the table is still untouched,
as the tramps move in a file,
the queen stares with a virgin smile.
Hello? Hello?
Is anyone there?
Yes. Its me, the shrewd old minx.
Are you my ticket to ecstasy?
Or are you my ghost of perdition?
Over acres and acres, your bosom spread.
The undergrowth my only veil.
The burden of a million i carry,
No friend no foe,
nor light, tonight.
Hello? Hello?
Are you still there?
HA HA. I am here to stay,
till i deprive you of your last breath.
They said, carry it along,
for courage, for salvation.
Sounds so chilling,sights so obscure.
Hello? Hello?
I want redemption.
But this is just a game,
a mere puppet you are.
Bright shines the winter moon,
looking upon the still waters,
as the cold calls for a quilt of fear.
She rises in the east,
as the deathly silence of the night breaks,
in her grasp she takes me,
her deathly fangs intoxicate my every breath.
Now, i am hers,
my soul forsaken.
Toward the sky we fly,
like angels in a deathly embrace,
i feel naked in flight.
Through mist and chills,
her scent so bloody pure.
Through the wilderness of the night,
a gaze down to the murky waters.
She looks at me for the first time,
I quiver.
Under the glaze of the black moon i fall.
When the comets have all gone cold,
intoxication fills the soul.
As fire splits the sky
and the air is filled with his bemoaning voice.
Jupiter is lost,
the spells are being cast,
expanding and never ending.
A beautiful eruption of colours and new life emerges,
from the depths of this dark matter.
A man on his ship remains,
a star in the north shines.
Don't remember how young i was,
all this is still a dream.
Placid waters they know,
my only true friend, my twin.
Disturbed and agitated she may be,
silent and morose even.
Smiles back at me and keeps me warm within,
glistening and full of life,
calm and beautiful that gleam,
as the moon shines from within.
Her heart, her soul.
Those waters i cant keep,
empty as i leave.
It is that time of the day,
bags packed and earphones plugged.
Through the bustling roads i see,
he lights a cigarette,
she sips the latte.
Like machines they answer their call,
and the song starts to play on my ipod,
filling me with sorrow and joy.
The school is in session and the dog plays catch with its tail,
beautiful girls and a tuxedo well worn.
Smoke erupts form those holes,
sparrows are fleeing home.
A man on his phone steps onto a lonely paper,
the children file about the ice cream van.
Flowers in bloom as autumn is here,
a solitary tree remains.
Sullen they are, happy they were.
I have a wire,
is there a buyer?
She is called Atom.
No, she aint no midget,
she's got such style and finesse.
She does not come in cartons.
I said i have a wire,
if only you were dire.
A penny here and a penny there,
that aint my wire for sale.
Wait till you see the packing,
you'd wonder if you ever heard any cracking.
I said i call her Atom,
She is The One,
She is The Chosen One.
She fills you with desire,
Not so fast! She isnt for hire.
I said i have a wire and i call her Atom.
Butterflies they know my name,
caused a fever when i was on a train,
up in the silver clouds and in my eyes,
spit out big big bubbles into the sky,
threw away their colours to the gay baboon,
fill the application as the cats stand staring by.
Butterflies they are everywhere,
pass the fields and watch them sip their wine,
the mating season will soon come,
dinner on the table is still untouched,
as the tramps move in a file,
the queen stares with a virgin smile.
Hello? Hello?
Is anyone there?
Yes. Its me, the shrewd old minx.
Are you my ticket to ecstasy?
Or are you my ghost of perdition?
Over acres and acres, your bosom spread.
The undergrowth my only veil.
The burden of a million i carry,
No friend no foe,
nor light, tonight.
Hello? Hello?
Are you still there?
HA HA. I am here to stay,
till i deprive you of your last breath.
They said, carry it along,
for courage, for salvation.
Sounds so chilling,sights so obscure.
Hello? Hello?
I want redemption.
But this is just a game,
a mere puppet you are.
Tonight i shall find, the mysteries in my mind
As i fall through space
i dont find a reason for haste
She runs through the fields
passes me like i dont exist
but the smell of her i remember still
As i stir and try to look around
i find that the fields are gone
as the sorrow starts seeping in
a glimmer of light i see
through the corner of my eye
my lady,there she was!
beside the brook
under the watery skies
as i lay a hand on her
a touch of her velvety hair
and the feelings flush
i feel im being sukced back up
a mist starts settling in
curbing my vision
taking me away from her
a sudden eruption of light ends my struggle
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About two hours this morning and about 3 hours last evening were surprisingly the most difficult. The end of tonight marks the 18th day. Ironically, about a year ago this situation would have been the last thing on planet Earth to ever happen to me. Cigarette! I cant remember the first time and i cant remember when it had become an addiction! Some serious commendation is in the offing for the wonderful display of will power i have portrayed this past few days. There is no failing in this test which is why i wake up every morning with a smile on me face, i am winning :) .
Twas my pleasure. A lil question though, how long do you work on each piece of art you create? do you do it on the pc or is it all with the hand?(I find you're stuff completely mind blowing and hence the questions. )